"If you love something, set it free. And if it has any sense it'll run like hell."
Thanks angrygnome.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Ultimate Chick Flick
Ok well, you can't go wrong with Sleepless in Seattle.....
I just watched it again for the first time in YEARS.
And I loved it AGAIN.
LOL
Well, see, Tom Hanks is awesome and Meg Ryan is just so darn cute.
It's just funny that in the past two months I've seen him in Catch Me If You Can and The DaVinci Code. Heh. Ok it's not really that funny, but he's great - whatever.
Shutup.
Sigh....
P.S. It was back when Rosie O'Donnell was likeable. Haha!
Happy early Valentine's Day!
I just watched it again for the first time in YEARS.
And I loved it AGAIN.
LOL
Well, see, Tom Hanks is awesome and Meg Ryan is just so darn cute.
It's just funny that in the past two months I've seen him in Catch Me If You Can and The DaVinci Code. Heh. Ok it's not really that funny, but he's great - whatever.
Shutup.
Sigh....
P.S. It was back when Rosie O'Donnell was likeable. Haha!
Happy early Valentine's Day!
Saturday, February 03, 2007
Love is....
Drinking wine, getting it on in front of a fireplace, watching detective movies and telling each other what annoys you about the other right before you say how much you love them.
In that order.
In that order.
Friday, February 02, 2007
In a Man's World
My friend just did her own blog post about dealing with someone in a higher position at work and observing public altercations....it was a nice blog with good ideas about being cordial or acknowledging simple triumphs.
She writes,:
you try your best to preserve your dignity; a rather precious thing that, by the very nature of your unequal relationship, may well just be unavoidably under assault. sometimes, for example, you will chant cool things to yourself about yourself, like: "no, seriously, i'm not spineless, i'm just really l-i-m-b-e-r"...
I have taken her rant on a different level, however.
I was relating to it on a more specific subject...that of women and men.
My response:
This is why I simply cannot work in a corporate environment.
I am a boat rocker.
I push buttons.
I test boundaries.
And I do not have whatever it is that allows you to let go of insults.
I could be passive-agressive in my reactions to "higher-ups" like my mother, but I find that behavior cowardly and incredibly annoying and not as satisfying as my mother finds it. I am the kind of person who wants that guy to know I'm not putting up with his bullshit. (Assuming it's a guy.)
Although you'd be surprised how many guys find that sort of defiance a turn-on, especially in the workplace! Sometimes that makes me feel better and sometimes it makes me irritated that instead of belittling my position and intelligence, I automatically become a sex-object. Sigh.
Oh well....guess that's why I got so good at sex. LOL
One difference between me and many feminists is that I don't think all women should be tough like Hillary Clinton, defensive like the average women's lib advocator or defiant and pushy like me. I believe that the girly girls of the world are a good thing - they provide sweetness and nurturing and a sense of tittilation. As a matter of fact, I think as great as the women's lib movement was for working women, it hurt us as a gender financially and as childbearers: it is so hard to be a mother for your children, our natural born task, because it is almost impossible these days to provide enough money for your family on a one person-income basis. Well, women of America, you can work now and make lots of money....so is it worth it? Now can you afford to quit and stay home with the kids? You got what you want but it certainly cost us! What the hell is wrong with asking a man to open a jar of pickles or squash a bug for you? Now we actually have to work! Thanks a lot. Jerks.
She writes,:
thursday, february 1st, and tormented by unfulfillable fantasies of reaching across desks, grabbing necks by collars, and screaming things like, "i don't give a shit about your impressive title, act like a human being for once."
and with that, a word about dealing intimately with certain power-wielding, administrative-types:you try your best to preserve your dignity; a rather precious thing that, by the very nature of your unequal relationship, may well just be unavoidably under assault. sometimes, for example, you will chant cool things to yourself about yourself, like: "no, seriously, i'm not spineless, i'm just really l-i-m-b-e-r"...
I have taken her rant on a different level, however.
I was relating to it on a more specific subject...that of women and men.
My response:
This is why I simply cannot work in a corporate environment.
I am a boat rocker.
I push buttons.
I test boundaries.
And I do not have whatever it is that allows you to let go of insults.
I could be passive-agressive in my reactions to "higher-ups" like my mother, but I find that behavior cowardly and incredibly annoying and not as satisfying as my mother finds it. I am the kind of person who wants that guy to know I'm not putting up with his bullshit. (Assuming it's a guy.)
Although you'd be surprised how many guys find that sort of defiance a turn-on, especially in the workplace! Sometimes that makes me feel better and sometimes it makes me irritated that instead of belittling my position and intelligence, I automatically become a sex-object. Sigh.
Oh well....guess that's why I got so good at sex. LOL
One difference between me and many feminists is that I don't think all women should be tough like Hillary Clinton, defensive like the average women's lib advocator or defiant and pushy like me. I believe that the girly girls of the world are a good thing - they provide sweetness and nurturing and a sense of tittilation. As a matter of fact, I think as great as the women's lib movement was for working women, it hurt us as a gender financially and as childbearers: it is so hard to be a mother for your children, our natural born task, because it is almost impossible these days to provide enough money for your family on a one person-income basis. Well, women of America, you can work now and make lots of money....so is it worth it? Now can you afford to quit and stay home with the kids? You got what you want but it certainly cost us! What the hell is wrong with asking a man to open a jar of pickles or squash a bug for you? Now we actually have to work! Thanks a lot. Jerks.
Thursday, February 01, 2007
"I don't know" means "Yes"
How about I am incredibly agitated tonight.
Last night I had a great time.
I called up someone who never ever goes out and basically forced them to go out with me to karaoke. I mean really, if he didn't want to go, he would have said no.....
All he said was "I don't know."
To me, that means opportunity for sales pitch....or just a bunch of pleading and phrases like "don't make me beg, it isn't in my nature."
So I said, "Where do you live? I'm picking you up now."
And he told me and he was ready to go and we both had fun.
Somebody burst my bubble just now.
Said, "Boy, you always get your way."
As if it were a bad thing to be persuasive.
Hey don't rock the boat, people say.
Fuck that shit.
I rock whatever god damned boat I want to.
What's wrong with being pushy if everyone has a good time?
Sigh.
Last night I had a great time.
I called up someone who never ever goes out and basically forced them to go out with me to karaoke. I mean really, if he didn't want to go, he would have said no.....
All he said was "I don't know."
To me, that means opportunity for sales pitch....or just a bunch of pleading and phrases like "don't make me beg, it isn't in my nature."
So I said, "Where do you live? I'm picking you up now."
And he told me and he was ready to go and we both had fun.
Somebody burst my bubble just now.
Said, "Boy, you always get your way."
As if it were a bad thing to be persuasive.
Hey don't rock the boat, people say.
Fuck that shit.
I rock whatever god damned boat I want to.
What's wrong with being pushy if everyone has a good time?
Sigh.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Hot Beverages
A character sketch.....
Chapter 1
Minnie had a stupid name.
Luckily, to make up for it, she had a nice face with high cheekbones, pretty blue eyes and a curt smile.
Having a smokin' body didn't hurt either.
You wouldn't notice these things right away though, for Minnie was kind of a geek.
She was on the computer a lot.
She played video games.
She watched "Adult Swim" on Cartoon Network.
She got all her news from the "Daily Show."
She loved Nerds....the candy. Well, I suppose you could say she loved the other kind of nerds too.
Minnie was such a geek.
Minnie also had a plethora of personality quirks.
She loved mint chocolate chip ice cream but spit out the chocolate chips.
Oh if only they made it without those pesky little things that stuck to her teeth and annoyed the crap out of her.
She went out and did her "fun shopping" at occult shops to look for the perfect blend of essential oils since there was no perfume in existence that suited her. As a matter of fact, her skin always had some chemical reaction with the alcohol in them that mutated the scent into toxic fumes that gave her a headache and burned her nasal passages.
She also liked hazelnut lattes from Starbucks, with two pumps hazelnut, not three and no foam.
Totally high maintenance geek.
She kept to herself most of the time when she was in public unless she was asking for the time. She was late to everything, even if she was running early. Everyday she went to work - sometimes rushing out the door at 8:35am, sometimes leaving at 8:10am and leisurely stopping by Starbucks across the street from work.
Minnie had a thing for a man. It was a man that she saw at the coffee shop every morning at 8:45am.
He was a skinny man but he carried himself in a very dignified way, always looking as if he had very important things to do that day yet had all the time in the world to do them. He wore a long, black trench coat - business class - and his matching black hair had a generic upper-middle-class style: short, clean cut, moderately gelled back. His eyes looked black too, but more than likely they were probably dark brown. His jawline was square, but his face seemed narrow, bony and permanently serious. He was not an exceptionally handsome man, but he was somewhat mysterious, obviously confident, and definitely not one who wished to be in the spotlight for any reason.
Minnie caught herself staring into space at her table that morning. She wondered what his voice sounded like. Come to think of it, she never even heard him order his coffee, and she had seen him in there everyday for months. It was if he walked in unnoticed by everyone, except her of course, took off his black leather gloves, removed his wallet from his pocket and by the time he'd gotten the money out the coffee was in front of him and he paid for it. Then he briskly walked out.
Today she did not order a hazelnut latte.
She wanted something different.
She wanted something exotic.
She wanted something more exciting.
She ordered a chai tea latte with cream.
It was thick and spicy.
Her pale-face man with dark clothes and features walked in.
He was late.
He tapped his black shoe at the counter as he waited for someone to take his order.
When the barista walked over to him, he spoke, "I would like a large coffee, black, and a slice of banana-nut bread....for here."
She was intrigued.
The man sat down with his goodies two tables over.
Minnie replayed his voice over and over in her head. It was a much softer voice than she had imagined. It was masculine, but it was soft and comforting, which made him all the more fascinating. Somehow his gentle voice did not fit his mysterious nature....but then perhaps it did. He was not brutishly strong looking, his demeanor was not impatient, erratic or overly-dominating. He was cool, calm, collected....he was awake and aware of his surroundings but not terribly rushed by them. Minnie imagined he must be incredibly sharp-witted, if not cold and calculating.
She walked over to him with her intoxicating, spicy beverage, "Do you know what time it is?"
"8:53," he said.
"May I sit down?"
He looked at her for a moment. I mean really looked at her, past the silk curtains of golden-brown hair in her face, past the brown eye shadow and mascara, and straight into the ocean of her eyes and he arched his eyebrow, "Sure."
"What's your name? If I may ask."
"Mark Denton. And who might you be?"
"Eh, my name is Minnie....Minnie Watts."
"Nice to meet you. I see you in here quite a bit."
Minnie blinks, "Oh, you noticed?" She was entranced by his cooing voice.
"How could I not?" he smirked.
She knowingly fell for his clever smooth-talking and blushed, "Oh, heh, I guess I wasn't...I mean...well, I wasn't expecting that, you see, because I figured if anybody was noticing anybody it would have been me noticing you...that is..."
"You're cute."
Minnie giggled and sipped her exotic new brew....
Chapter 1
Minnie had a stupid name.
Luckily, to make up for it, she had a nice face with high cheekbones, pretty blue eyes and a curt smile.
Having a smokin' body didn't hurt either.
You wouldn't notice these things right away though, for Minnie was kind of a geek.
She was on the computer a lot.
She played video games.
She watched "Adult Swim" on Cartoon Network.
She got all her news from the "Daily Show."
She loved Nerds....the candy. Well, I suppose you could say she loved the other kind of nerds too.
Minnie was such a geek.
Minnie also had a plethora of personality quirks.
She loved mint chocolate chip ice cream but spit out the chocolate chips.
Oh if only they made it without those pesky little things that stuck to her teeth and annoyed the crap out of her.
She went out and did her "fun shopping" at occult shops to look for the perfect blend of essential oils since there was no perfume in existence that suited her. As a matter of fact, her skin always had some chemical reaction with the alcohol in them that mutated the scent into toxic fumes that gave her a headache and burned her nasal passages.
She also liked hazelnut lattes from Starbucks, with two pumps hazelnut, not three and no foam.
Totally high maintenance geek.
She kept to herself most of the time when she was in public unless she was asking for the time. She was late to everything, even if she was running early. Everyday she went to work - sometimes rushing out the door at 8:35am, sometimes leaving at 8:10am and leisurely stopping by Starbucks across the street from work.
Minnie had a thing for a man. It was a man that she saw at the coffee shop every morning at 8:45am.
He was a skinny man but he carried himself in a very dignified way, always looking as if he had very important things to do that day yet had all the time in the world to do them. He wore a long, black trench coat - business class - and his matching black hair had a generic upper-middle-class style: short, clean cut, moderately gelled back. His eyes looked black too, but more than likely they were probably dark brown. His jawline was square, but his face seemed narrow, bony and permanently serious. He was not an exceptionally handsome man, but he was somewhat mysterious, obviously confident, and definitely not one who wished to be in the spotlight for any reason.
Minnie caught herself staring into space at her table that morning. She wondered what his voice sounded like. Come to think of it, she never even heard him order his coffee, and she had seen him in there everyday for months. It was if he walked in unnoticed by everyone, except her of course, took off his black leather gloves, removed his wallet from his pocket and by the time he'd gotten the money out the coffee was in front of him and he paid for it. Then he briskly walked out.
Today she did not order a hazelnut latte.
She wanted something different.
She wanted something exotic.
She wanted something more exciting.
She ordered a chai tea latte with cream.
It was thick and spicy.
Her pale-face man with dark clothes and features walked in.
He was late.
He tapped his black shoe at the counter as he waited for someone to take his order.
When the barista walked over to him, he spoke, "I would like a large coffee, black, and a slice of banana-nut bread....for here."
She was intrigued.
The man sat down with his goodies two tables over.
Minnie replayed his voice over and over in her head. It was a much softer voice than she had imagined. It was masculine, but it was soft and comforting, which made him all the more fascinating. Somehow his gentle voice did not fit his mysterious nature....but then perhaps it did. He was not brutishly strong looking, his demeanor was not impatient, erratic or overly-dominating. He was cool, calm, collected....he was awake and aware of his surroundings but not terribly rushed by them. Minnie imagined he must be incredibly sharp-witted, if not cold and calculating.
She walked over to him with her intoxicating, spicy beverage, "Do you know what time it is?"
"8:53," he said.
"May I sit down?"
He looked at her for a moment. I mean really looked at her, past the silk curtains of golden-brown hair in her face, past the brown eye shadow and mascara, and straight into the ocean of her eyes and he arched his eyebrow, "Sure."
"What's your name? If I may ask."
"Mark Denton. And who might you be?"
"Eh, my name is Minnie....Minnie Watts."
"Nice to meet you. I see you in here quite a bit."
Minnie blinks, "Oh, you noticed?" She was entranced by his cooing voice.
"How could I not?" he smirked.
She knowingly fell for his clever smooth-talking and blushed, "Oh, heh, I guess I wasn't...I mean...well, I wasn't expecting that, you see, because I figured if anybody was noticing anybody it would have been me noticing you...that is..."
"You're cute."
Minnie giggled and sipped her exotic new brew....
Suspended Desire
Many times I have written a song, a piece of short fiction, painted a picture, had a daydream and let it loose into the air. Most of these occurances have been about what I like to call "Suspended Desire."
I've written about it in my old blog before and left everyone hanging as to what I meant by it.
Somehow whenever I want to write about it in detail, something comes up and I have to get back to it later, or at least promise to do so. I would rather break a promise to explain this hazy place than to write about it hastily because my knowledge of it is so immense and so personal and so emotionally charged that it would not do it justice to give it my full attention.
It has happened again, though.
There is a distration coming from the other room.
My daughter is awake and whining for me, and this dreamy place I want so badly to talk about must again keep waiting in the mist.
But I will come back for it, I will explain it....
I promise.
I've written about it in my old blog before and left everyone hanging as to what I meant by it.
Somehow whenever I want to write about it in detail, something comes up and I have to get back to it later, or at least promise to do so. I would rather break a promise to explain this hazy place than to write about it hastily because my knowledge of it is so immense and so personal and so emotionally charged that it would not do it justice to give it my full attention.
It has happened again, though.
There is a distration coming from the other room.
My daughter is awake and whining for me, and this dreamy place I want so badly to talk about must again keep waiting in the mist.
But I will come back for it, I will explain it....
I promise.
Monday, January 29, 2007
Idiots and Flashbacks
Well, the idiots at West Host have still not processed my domain renewal so I can't exactly put my shit up on the site yet. I will be using a different host. I didn't want to renew with them but since the shit expired last month they can't unlock the domain or give me a code to transfer it to a new provider.....assholes....I hate domain registration. I should just be able to own it outright....pfft.
In other news....
I had a flashback to the past today:
Music:
Chemical Brothers ft. Richard Ashcroft - "The Test"
O-o-o-o-oh
Can you hear me now?
Can you hear me now?
Can you hear me now?
Can you hear me now?
yeeeh
Am I coming through?
Am I coming through?
Is this sweet and pure and true?
Devil came by this morning,
Said he had
Something to show me
I was looking like I've never seen a face before
Here we go now, let's slide into the open door
Pictures and things that I've done before
Circling around me,
Out here on the floor
I'm dreaming this and I'm dreaming that
Regretting nothing
Think about that
I'm seeing waves breaking form to my horizon
Yeah I'm shining
I'm seeing waves breaking form to my horizon
Lord, I'm shining
Are you hearing me?
Like I'm hearing you?
Are you hearing me?
Like I'm hearing you?
You know I almost lost my mind
I can't explain where I've been
You know I almost lost my mind
I couldn't explain what I've seen
I'm seeing waves breaking form to my horizon
Yeah I'm shining
I'm seeing waves breaking form to my horizon, lord
I'm shining
Oh are you hearing me?
Like I'm hearing you
Oh are you hearing me?
Like I'm hearing you?
You know I almost lost my mind
Now I'm home, and I'm free
Did I pass the acid test?
Did I pass the acid test?
Did I pass the acid test?
Did I pass the acid test?
You'd better go to bed now
You'd better go to bed now
You'd better go to bed now
You'd better go to bed now...........
In other news....
I had a flashback to the past today:
Music:
Chemical Brothers ft. Richard Ashcroft - "The Test"
O-o-o-o-oh
Can you hear me now?
Can you hear me now?
Can you hear me now?
Can you hear me now?
yeeeh
Am I coming through?
Am I coming through?
Is this sweet and pure and true?
Devil came by this morning,
Said he had
Something to show me
I was looking like I've never seen a face before
Here we go now, let's slide into the open door
Pictures and things that I've done before
Circling around me,
Out here on the floor
I'm dreaming this and I'm dreaming that
Regretting nothing
Think about that
I'm seeing waves breaking form to my horizon
Yeah I'm shining
I'm seeing waves breaking form to my horizon
Lord, I'm shining
Are you hearing me?
Like I'm hearing you?
Are you hearing me?
Like I'm hearing you?
You know I almost lost my mind
I can't explain where I've been
You know I almost lost my mind
I couldn't explain what I've seen
I'm seeing waves breaking form to my horizon
Yeah I'm shining
I'm seeing waves breaking form to my horizon, lord
I'm shining
Oh are you hearing me?
Like I'm hearing you
Oh are you hearing me?
Like I'm hearing you?
You know I almost lost my mind
Now I'm home, and I'm free
Did I pass the acid test?
Did I pass the acid test?
Did I pass the acid test?
Did I pass the acid test?
You'd better go to bed now
You'd better go to bed now
You'd better go to bed now
You'd better go to bed now...........
Statikradio: The Phoenix
Well, how about that statikradio.com, eh?
I have neglected it for over a year now.
This year of 2007, the great phoenix shall rise again, and I am not referring to any Harry Potter books. It would seem that a secret number of lurkers actually miss my rants and to be honest, and more importantly, I miss them too.
Guess what people.
I am married.
I have a daughter.
She is screaming at me now, actually.
She wants all of my attention but at the moment I am giving myself some.
You guys don't actually count as getting my attention because it's not like you are reading as I type.
But I digress.
I am back.
Statikradio is back.
My blog is not the same, but it is back.
statikradio.com email addresses are NOT back because I don't feel like paying for other people's email addresses anymore - especially when those people don't even email ME to say hello. :P
The Phoenix, out.
I have neglected it for over a year now.
This year of 2007, the great phoenix shall rise again, and I am not referring to any Harry Potter books. It would seem that a secret number of lurkers actually miss my rants and to be honest, and more importantly, I miss them too.
Guess what people.
I am married.
I have a daughter.
She is screaming at me now, actually.
She wants all of my attention but at the moment I am giving myself some.
You guys don't actually count as getting my attention because it's not like you are reading as I type.
But I digress.
I am back.
Statikradio is back.
My blog is not the same, but it is back.
statikradio.com email addresses are NOT back because I don't feel like paying for other people's email addresses anymore - especially when those people don't even email ME to say hello. :P
The Phoenix, out.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
I love Psychology Class
That's right. It's cool because the teacher is cool.
I especially like talking to her after class because then it's all about me.
I'm so self-centered. Oh well. At least I KNOW I'm self-centered....according to Socrates, knowing things about yourself and not pretending to be something that you are not or thinking that you are somthing that you are not is WISE.
I'm also taking Philosophy class. That's where the Socrates comes in.
I don't particularly care for Socrates. I think he was annoying as hell and that's probably why they sentenced his ass. Ha.
WEDDING INVITATIONS WENT OUT YESTERDAY!
I'm mad though because I was bordering on 1 ounce and 1.1 ounces so that meant I had to buy 65 .23 cent stamps to add to my 65 invitations....I was so mad! I had nice LOVE stamps on there but then I had to add a second stamp to each one with some african-american athelete woman on it and it looks so ridiculous on a wedding invitation! Oh here is a love flower stamp and some lady in a tank top! GREAT.
Anyway - at least they're sent I guess. There are a few invitations I haven't sent yet due to lack of addresses. But whatever.
I especially like talking to her after class because then it's all about me.
I'm so self-centered. Oh well. At least I KNOW I'm self-centered....according to Socrates, knowing things about yourself and not pretending to be something that you are not or thinking that you are somthing that you are not is WISE.
I'm also taking Philosophy class. That's where the Socrates comes in.
I don't particularly care for Socrates. I think he was annoying as hell and that's probably why they sentenced his ass. Ha.
WEDDING INVITATIONS WENT OUT YESTERDAY!
I'm mad though because I was bordering on 1 ounce and 1.1 ounces so that meant I had to buy 65 .23 cent stamps to add to my 65 invitations....I was so mad! I had nice LOVE stamps on there but then I had to add a second stamp to each one with some african-american athelete woman on it and it looks so ridiculous on a wedding invitation! Oh here is a love flower stamp and some lady in a tank top! GREAT.
Anyway - at least they're sent I guess. There are a few invitations I haven't sent yet due to lack of addresses. But whatever.
Monday, August 08, 2005
This guy has a drawing for everything....
I am amazed at how many times I've seen these stick figures lurking around the internet doing everything I can think of....
The First Pour
So this is freshness? We'll see.
I think perhaps I may use this blog as a haven for my artwork and any other thing I may find out there for inspiration and ideas.
Hopefully, not just for me....
I think perhaps I may use this blog as a haven for my artwork and any other thing I may find out there for inspiration and ideas.
Hopefully, not just for me....
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